placed in on the bed. "I can see that."
She grabbed for the toy, embarrassment overfilling her. "Hey, put that back."
His arm shot out, warding her off. "No, I might need it for back up."
She didn't think so. What did it say about her, that the last thirty minutes had been like foreplay? Her inner thighs were sticky with arousal.
If he didn't touch her soon, she would have to jump on top of him and use him like the sex toys in the nightstand. "What? Are you saying a piece of silicone and some batteries can do a better job than you?"
Brian placed a magic bullet next to the rabbit. He picked up the rabbit and put it back, shutting the drawer. "There. Happy?"
Actually, yes, she was. Maggie didn't want him fucking her with a dildo. She wanted to feel the real thing. "Do you have condoms?"
He smiled showing off his way too sexy dimples and reached into his back pocket. Brian pulled out a string of four. "Always be prepared."
She rolled her eyes as her belly did the flip-flop dance at the thought of using all the condoms at one session. "You're a friggin' boy scout." She nudged his knees with hers, needing to take control of this situation before she wigged out and lost her nerve. "Let's get this show on the road."
Brian unwrapped her towel and cupped her ass. His hands singed her skin like a branding iron. "You are in no position to be so bossy."
Maggie moved forward. "Oh, yeah?" she challenged.
Pushing him down into the mattress she realized he would let her have full control. Power surged through her. The butterflies dancing in her belly fluttered away.
Maggie straddled his hips. Brian's jean-clad cock pressed deliciously against her pussy. There would definitely be a wet spot on his pants when she got up. Fingers trembling, she started to unbutton his shirt. Brian's hands covered hers. "Do you want me to do that?"
She blew out a breath. Her palms burned to touch his skin. "No."
Sitting up slightly, he nipped her bottom lip. "God, you're going to kill me." He pinched her left nipple gently and rested back on the pile of pillows, placing his arms behind his head. "You're the boss—this time."
The stern tone in his voice had a shiver of excitement skidding down her spine. "This time," she said and made fast work of his shirt. Maggie had to give him credit. He didn't wince too much when she popped two buttons.
She ran her fingers over his well-toned chest and bit back a moan. The hard muscles quivering under her hands turned Maggie on even more.
He shivered as she traced a path around his taut nipple. "Maggie."
Her name sounded like a plea on his lips and set Maggie's body on fire ever more. Her breasts ached to be touched and her core cramped with desire. She looked into Brian's intent blue gaze and trembled. "Touch me, please," she begged.
The hard lines of his face softened. "Shit, Maggie."
A big hand moved over her breast. He squeezed the tiniest bit. Her body spun out of control. "Oh, God. Please." Maggie arched into his palm. She whimpered—needing more, wanting more. Maggie's back hit the mattress.
She blinked up at Brian. His muscular body pressed her into the bed. Maggie waited for panic to overwhelm her, but fresh longing soaked into her instead.
"Maggie," he said again. Her name sounded like a prayer every time he said it. Brian kissed her neck and swirled his tongue over her pulse point.
In all the years she watched him from her viewpoint at the bar. She'd never seen him touch another woman like this. His hands moved over her body slowly, carefully. Soft feelings spread warmth inside her chest. Maggie swallowed back a sob.
Brian's hands stilled. "What do you need?" he asked, his breath caressing her ear.
Damp need pooled between her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Fuck me."
"No," he said softly. Too softly
Her eyes flew open. "What? Why?"
Brian pushed up on his elbows. His smoky, gray-blue eyes burned into hers. "No, your first time isn't going to be a fuck."
His words splashed over
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